Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I's A Playa, artist - Pimp C.
Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I's A Playa |
Hold up |
Comin' down |
Hold up |
Smoke somethin' |
Lately he been flippin' and stayin' on the grind |
Tellin' you that you fine but he ain’t spendin' no time |
I be pourin' wine, tryin' to knock out your spine |
Make you mine from behind, to some slowed down ‘Bump n' Grind' |
His thing like a dirty sweet, from off the street |
My thing like a O' of indo from Sacremento |
Lately y’all been monkeyin', he call you a bitch |
Keep me all up in yo' shit, tryna dig you a new ditch |
Now I admit that he rich and that his money is good |
Got my dicked sucked in his 'Six, I’m fuckin' on leather and wood |
I’m just a yougin' from the hood with some dick if ya good |
With him, you know that you shouldn’t |
With me, you know that you should |
Go pussy thug, like a glove when I push and I shove |
Knock a dime out the climb ‘cause I ain’t makin' love |
See yo' man the type of guy to get jealous and hit’cha |
But me, I lick ya where he don’t and suck real hard on yo' nipple |
My game is sharp as a sickle, she love my pickle |
And if you gave her a dime, nigga she gave me a nickel |
So while you thinkin', she done jet, she got my dick on her mind |
Keep on neglectin' yo' gal, young Pimp C be spendin' yo' time |
I’sa playa, I’sa mack, I love getting at these ladies |
But not more than my paper stacks |
Now rule one get yo’cash on M.O.B |
That’s Paper In My Pocket, my nigga P.I.M.P |
Homie don’t hate me mayne, just hate the game |
The only reason yo' woman digging me ‘cause I play with change |
Don’t take it personal my nigga, I don’t love her, I’m a playa |
She just gon' keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her |
Naturally I have to be dead serious, maybe not |
Let me tell a tale about this broad that thought she played me out |
Yes, I was impressed by the cess in her S W I S UH |
Versace, down like Fran Dresser, bless her heart |
She was a sweet-tart, but’cha never understood her point in our duo |
Talkin' smart wit' all that you know, comin' wit' he-say, she-say |
From what she heard at the club ‘bout some chick that I had played on |
Well bitch, you should have stayed home |
She mad ‘cause I done told her girl off but the bitch was wrong and you |
You gon' let these messy ho’s fuck yo' world off |
I tried to love her, man, but see love is one thing and dumb is another |
Brotha, I’d be dumb to let her run things |
I should’ve passed but I was gassed, super-unleaded |
And her nappy headed ass gon' regret it, remember I said it |
‘Cause I’m in a sublime, new state and frame of mind |
‘Cause it’d be a crime for me to waste my time |
I’sa playa, I’sa mack, I love getting at these ladies |
But not more than my paper stacks |
Now rule one, get yo’cash on, M.O.B |
That’s Paper In My Pocket, my nigga P.I.M.P |
Homie don’t hate me mayne, just hate the game |
The only reason yo' woman digging me ‘cause I play with change |
Don’t take it personal my nigga, I don’t love her, I’m a playa |
She just gon' keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her |
Did you ever think about who’s ass ya girl’s was |
Before the booty had became yours? |
If a nigga’s sane flows, you know everything goes |
Fuckin' in it til' it’s colorful as rainbows |
Sportin' furry Kango’s, she can’t go, rockin' paid shows |
Paper hard to fold, plus I roll slick, keep talkin' shit |
If you don’t like me, it’s most likely |
‘Cause I done holla’d at yo bitch, why she so thick? |
Tellin' lies and ya said to be believin' 'em |
But I make her feel like uh-huh, can you do it? |
Uh-huh |
But when I scoup her up |
She know that I’m the one to make a slut cum |
Gotta man, he a lame anyway, motherfuck that stuff |
Mad ‘cause I snuck that love, baby, don’t bust that slug |
So go on ‘head roll up that bud, so we can fuck |
So wassup? |
Now we in the Suburb', submerged, watch a movie |
Or bumpin' UGK shit, scoop a bitch or hit the booty |
How the man, yeah I knew G but she don’t usually say shit |
‘Cause the pussy make a motherfucka wanna ball up and cry |
Chicka-pow-pow, I love them thighs when I’m rollin' aside |
I ain’t gon' up and die like the guy that we got high |
Take away more than two hits, two blows |
She heard my new shit, it was new clothes |
New golds, carefully Herringbones and cellphones |
Brought her friend home, now, I’m freakin' two hoes |
If ya girl be wit' me, somethin' nifty |
She prob’ly wanna lick me |
I’m the Twista, I send the whole pissy joint to drippy |
Damn skippy, gamin' it from a shot of Mississippi, now pimp on |
I’sa playa, I’sa mack, I love getting at these ladies |
But not more than my paper stacks |
Now rule one get yo’cash on M.O.B |
That’s Paper In My Pocket, my nigga P.I.M.P |
Homie don’t hate me mayne, just hate the game |
The only reason yo' woman digging me ‘cause I play with change |
Don’t take it personal my nigga, I don’t love her, I’m a playa |
She just gon' keep me company while I get lifted as I lay her |